**Chapter 3: History or Herstory?**
Sabina’s morning class was Early American History, colonization stuff covering everything from Canada to the Caribbean. It was interesting to hear the human side of the story, though the witches knew there was a lot more magic behind the scenes that made the lands inhabitable by Westerners. The indigenous people had strong magic, but they made some bad deals with the spirits of the world, many of them becoming corrupted, and the humans only exacerbated that with their introduction of technology and things like iron and steel.
She sat in the third row. It gave her good line of sight to the exits, not that she was ever that worried about threats at the school, but a little safety went a long way. Her friend Vera dropped down in the seat next to her.
“Nice top.” Vera said.
“Thanks.” Sabina said, straightening it a bit.
“You know you can see your bra through that.” Vera added.
“But not my tits, right? Just cleavage?” Sabina asked, cupping her bare breasts through the sheer fabric to convey the illusion.
“Well, no, of course not. I’d let you know if that was the case…after I enjoyed the view.” She grinned.
“I appreciate it.” Vera was human, but sensitive to magic. She maybe had a little witch blood in her past, or came into contact with the spirits or creatures of the World years ago. She wasn’t really seeing through Sabina’s glamour, but seeing her wearing a bra meant she noticed something was off. It was always a little awkward with her around, but Sabina actually liked it. It kept her on her toes.
“I like your tights, too.” She said, running her hand up Sabina’s leg just shy of under her skirt. “The plaid pattern is neat.”
“Vera,” Sabina said, slipping her arm behind Vera’s back and up the back of her shirt, “we shouldn’t be doing this in public.”
“Doing what?” Vera asked, sliding her fingers between Sabina’s thighs.
“What you’re doing,” Sabina said, unhooking Vera’s bra, and the girl gave a light gasp, “what I’m doing.” Vera and Sabina had slept together a few times, but they were still mainly friends, and they hadn’t even made out in over month. Normally, Vera did not try to finger her in history class. Sabina had an inkling that her encounter with Jackson, followed by her drawing power from Kevin, had turned her into a walking aphrodisiac, though she was having a hard time controlling herself in return. She did a quick displacement spell and was holding Vera’s lacy bra in her hand.
“One of these days you’re going to have to teach me that trick.” Vera said, adjusting her t-shirt around her now free breasts. She was wearing a little sport jacket, very preppy, but it would hide her braless state without Sabina having to cast a glamour on the girl. Vera took her bra and shoved it down in her bag. Sabina leaned in, and while it looked like the two were whispering to each other to the other still walking into class, Sabina slipped a hand under the girl’s shirt and was teasing Vera’s nipples while Vera tore a hole in Sabina’s tights, stroking her through her panties. “Are you sure you don’t want to skip class?”
“I *like* this class, Vera, and even though I really like what you’re doing with your fingers right now. Class is *only* an hour.” They separated, both of them still very aroused, but strength of will was something all witches had. Class started a few minutes later, and while she did find the discussion interesting, Sabina made a point of letting her professor see through her glamour occasionally just for fun. She wasn’t attracted to Professor Towson, but she liked to see his occasional double-take as he saw her breasts every handful of minutes.
After class, Sabina led Vera to a storage closet, popping the lock with a slight magic gesture, and they tumbled inside, in a flurry of tongues, hands, and kisses. Vera, a little taller than her, propped Sabina on a crate and yanked down her tights and panties, burying her face in Sabina’s crotch, kissing, licking, sucking at her clit. Sabina was shocked how quickly she came, and lunged forward at Vera to return the favor. She stripped Vera completely, enjoying the sight of her long brown hair falling over her full breasts. She pulled the girl’s pants and panties off, surprised to see she was fully waxed, since Vera normally sported a wide landing strip of dark curls.
“Surprise.” She laughed.
“That was my favorite pillow.” Sabina said, kissing down and across Vera breasts, taking a nipple in her mouth, biting with her teeth behind her lips…just enough pressure to excite and tease, but not hurt. She traced the line of Vera’s body with her tongue and lips, passing her navel, the bare flesh of what used to be her bush, lower, tracing the lines of Vera’s labia.
“Oh, Sabina, it’s been too long…oh…” She didn’t finish as Sabina plunged her tongue inside the girl. She worked in silence, broken only by Vera’s gasps and hisses of pleasure. This went on for much longer than with Sabina, but Vera eventually reached climax, shaking as Sabina worked a spell to double the length of the orgasm while lapping at her clit. “Oh, god…I think I’m going to have legs cramps later.” She rolled over onto her pile of clothes, pulling Sabina to her. “That was intense and I even had sex *just* a few days ago.”
“You did? With who?” Sabina asked, somewhat jealous.
“A guy. Rob something or other.” She made a circle with her thumb and index finger, but didn’t bring them together. “He had a lot of girth. He wanted to fuck me in the ass, too. I mean, it was good up front, but that would *not* have been pleasant the other way.” Sabina grabbed Vera’s ass, slapping it.
“You do have a great ass, though.”
“I don’t know what came over me in class. I’m sorry about your tights.” They were still around Sabina’s knees, and the tear was larger from the activity.
“I can maybe fix them.” She said, offhand. It was a simple spell, really. “I thought we weren’t doing this anymore. That you felt your explorative days were over.”
“You’re the one who doesn’t seem to realize she’s a lesbian.” Vera said, pulling Sabina close and petting her bush. Sabina rested her head against Vera’s chest.
“I am not a lesbian. I’m not *anything*. I blew a guy in the showers this morning, I gave a handjob to my—to another guy—last night, and we just had a hell of a lot of fun in the past ten minutes. Girl on girl is what they call it on the internet, these days. Labels suck.”
“But you haven’t actually had sex. Like, this,” she made a gesture, “in there.” She pointed between Sabina’s legs
“I’m just waiting a little longer. Trust me, I really want to, but I’m just a waiting a bit.”
“Well, I’m not trying to pressure you. It’s not as if I can actually fuck you, right?” She laughed. Though Sabina could easily make her a guy for a few hours. “But when you’re ready, I totally want to try a threesome with a guy…with you. I mean, I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
“I don’t know if that’s sweet or weird, but I’ll keep it in mind.” Sabina sat up. “We should get dressed. You have math or science or something in thirty minutes.”
“Biochemistry…a terrible combination of the two.” She stood up, making Sabina flush with desire at seeing her friend rise before her fully nude. “Buy yeah, I probably need to get going.” She started getting dressed as Sabina pulled up her panties, followed by her tights, now fully repaired. “Are you going to the Sigma party on Wednesday night?”
“Maybe. I don’t have class too early on Thursday mornings, so…”
“It’s an LBD party.” Sabina looked at her, confused. “Little black dress? And you do look good in black.” Vera said, running her fingers over Sabina’s blouse. “Did you lose your bra?” She asked, grabbing Sabina’s breast through the sheer fabric of the shirt.
“Um, I may have…no one will even notice, probably, and those who do, well, lucky day, I guess.” Sabina gave a half-smile. The more time the two of them spent together, the more Vera was seeing through her basic spells.
“If this is your way of convincing me not to put my bra back on—fine.” Vera smiled, pulling on her shirt over her bare breasts. I want you to think of me walking around like this the rest of the day.” She flashed Sabina just to reiterate the point. “But seriously, the Sigma party, we can go together. I promise I won’t try to jump your bones. Apparently,” she looked around, “I’m just a *closet* bisexual.”
“That is a terrible joke.” Sabina said, but she laughed. “Come on, let’s get out of here before a janitor shows up and we have the wrong kind of threesome.” The girls left and parted ways.
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**Chapter 4: A Quick Study**
Sabina spent the rest of her morning before lunch reading *Modern Dweomers* on her tablet in the campus café. Dweomers were tiny spells, derived from Nordic magic, supposedly dwarven (though there were no actual records of dwarves having existed). The weather up north wasn’t always accommodating to long and drawn out incantations. Dweomers did little things, quick things, not powerful, but they were very useful. The World Coven put out magazines like *Modern Dweomers*, *Daily Boons*, *Curated Curses*, and *Classic Incantations* as way to share and propagate knowledge. Her aunts, Hanna and Zora, were big fans of *Spells, Spells, Spells!*, what used to be the magical version of *Good Housekeeping*, though it had become a hipster magazine as of late, borderline ironic, with five-hour long “craft” spells, locavore ingredients, and a bunch of other crap that didn’t really merit the effort.
There were probably less than ten thousand witches and warlocks in the world, but that incorporated a lot of weirdos and niche interests. Most of the magazines were written with magic pens—even magic keyboards, these days—so with a little work, you could put a lot of words to paper without much effort, and literally at the speed of thought. Still, the WitchNet app was one of the best inventions the coven ever came up with, and that included the orgasm extender dweomer she’d used on Vera.
She read of a few new ways to gain surreptitious entry, something a little more improved than her unlock spell she used on the storage closet. She practiced a few times on one of the student mail boxes within her range until she was satisfied she had the trick down. Another dweomer caught her eye, made her smile a bit, an unfastening spell. It was widely applicable, the article said, and pretty long range, great for getting into your luggage and such without struggling. And yes, witches still had luggage, still had to travel long distances by plane. The broom and its variants were nice for short jaunts, and fun, but they only worked in the nude, and it got wet over the oceans, regardless of spells and other efforts.
She tried the dweomer, making a little squint, flexing two fingers and focusing on a target. She saw a guy across the café, standing at high top table and sipping a cappuccino. She finished the finger flex and saw his zipper go down. He hadn’t noticed. Most spells were like that, the little ones especially. A human would barely feel a thing. She tried five other guys, four out of five being successful, before she realized she’d turned her pinky the wrong way on the flubbed try. She untied a couple people’s shoes, unhooked three girls’ bras, though each of them quickly realized it, probably thinking their clasps broke. Sabina even managed to undo someone’s belt, top button on his jeans, and his zipper. All in all, it was a pretty successful practice session.
She stretched and took a deep breath, still smelling a bit of Vera on her, the scent of her body more than her sex, though it made her shiver all the same. She went off to the rest of her classes, lunch, and slept well that evening, no interruptions from Jackson, until Hades woke her around two in the morning.
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**Chapter 5: Night Ranger**
“Ugh. I was sleeping so well, you mangy beast.”
“The ghoul is back. It’s really dumb, still looking for flesh in a two-hundred-year old cemetery.”
“They’re not known for their brains.” Sabina said, sitting up.
“Well, get your broom and let’s get going.”
“We can walk.” Sabina muttered.
“I’ve been prowling since dusk, and besides, what’s the point of being able to fly if you don’t actually do it.” He butted her with his head. “Come on, get naked and take me for a ride.” Sabina stretched and got up, pulling a small sack of supplies from her dresser, and pulled off her nightgown. “I do so love having night vision.” He growled.
“Stop fucking around. Do you really want to distract me when I’m about to fight a ghoul?”
“We’re still behind your wards, so now’s the best time to ogle you.” Sabina grabbed her broom from the deep corner of her side of the closet. It was normally hidden by a powerful ward, but she didn’t bother with a glamour, even with her roommate lightly snoring ten feet away. She used a combination of her new unlock and unlatching dweomers to open the window from across the room. “That was very nicely done, Sabina. Seriously. Not a sound. You could be a *cat* burglar.” He smiled.
“Hop on, furball.” She set the broom parallel to the floor and she straddled it, the window being too narrow for her to go sidesaddle, her preferred mount. The broom’s magic made it feel like a bicycle seat between her legs, generally comfortable even against her bare flesh. Hades got on the front of the broom, a location mutually agreed upon after he’d once decided to lick her from the rear—nearly resulting in him being transmuted into a newt. She clutched her witch bag and they zipped out the window, the glass sliding shut behind them. There were a few people still out, but you could count them on your hand, and no one was scanning the skies for a naked sophomore on a broom. Sabina did a loop around campus simply enjoying the flight, before settling down just inside the old campus cemetery.
The ghoul was shuffling around some graves at the far end of the plot, and Sabina reached out to the iron fence, one of the spear-like rods coming free with a squeak, and after a small bit of chanting, she held a short iron sword in her hand.
“That should do the trick,” Hades said. “I’ll stay here and mind the car.”
“Suit yourself. I was going to let you lap up some of the blood.” Ghoul blood…dead ghoul blood, contained a nice amount of magic energy. Most monsters did, so there was a nice incentive to keep the troublesome beasts at bay. Kill the monster, absorb the magic, get a nice permanent power boost. Even Hades could benefit from that, though he’d have to ingest the blood in his current form.
“Damnation.” The cat hissed. “Okay, I’ll distract the thing, and you move in for the kill.” Sabina paced low across the graveyard, keeping out of sight of the ghoul behind the old gravestones. A moment later, Hades jumped out in front of ghoul, yowling, and making it turn its back to Sabina. She lunged forward, swinging wide with the sword, and the creature’s head went flying. There were times she wished her boobs were a little smaller, since fighting in the buff sometimes made things uncomfortable. She considered putting a sports bra in her witch bag, but that would look even more ridiculous. “Nice work, there, White Sonja.”
“Shit. I forgot my bag. I need the salt. Can you go fetch it?”
“Did you really just ask me to go fetch something? Really?”
“Just go, Hades. I’d like to get some sleep tonight.” Hades bounded off and Sabina approached the head of the ghoul, rolling it over to pry open its mouth.
“Sabina, behind you!” Hades yelled, but it was too late. She felt herself being tossed in the air, and then hung there, suspended, five feet above the ground.
“A little late for witch work, girly? Aren’t you supposed to do this stuff around midnight?” Sabina, just getting her bearings back, looked down to see a tall woman with dark red hair standing out of reach.
“Vampire!” Sabina spat.
“Indeed, can you really tell, or are you just guessing?”
“I can see the shadow of your wings.” The woman was wearing a pantsuit, dark grey, sunglasses, very cliché, and a small leather jacket. Her bat wings—demon-spawn wings, really—were invisible, but the shadow of the moonlight outlined them on the ground of the graveyard. “This is hallowed ground.” Sabina said.
“Do you know how many college students have fucked in here. Drank, pissed, *vomited*, shit, even? This place hasn’t been *sacred* in over a hundred years. I was here to kill the ghoul. You’re trying to steal my power.”
“Maybe you should’ve been here sooner…”
“Felicia. The name’s Felicia. I take it you’re Sabina, the not-quite-witch? The *only* witch on campus.”
“Let me down!”
“Or what?” Sabina start chanting a curse in response, but felt an invisible force clap across her mouth. “Pitiful.” Felicia tutted. “Now, we both know I can’t drink your blood, as I have no interest in getting on the bad side of the World Coven, but you’d be well-advised to know this region is *my* territory. Go hunt in Cloverdale or Riverrun.” The vampire snatched the witch bag from Hades, who hissed but backed off, and Felicia took out a vial of salt, pouring a little in the ghoul’s mouth. The head crumbled into a pile of ash, and the vampire moved over to the headless body.
“You can’t do this! That’s my kill!” Sabina was surprised she could talk, but quickly realized the mute spell was just so she couldn’t cast anything on the vampire.
“Your kill, *my* power. So, thanks for saving me the effort.” The vampire waved her hand over the body and a ghostly green essence rose up, flowing right into the woman’s hand. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the flow of spiritual power. The body was looking deflated, but it wouldn’t disappear until dawn. Sabina felt herself lowering to the ground until her feet wear just out of reach of the grass. The vampire walked over and paced around her. “You are a pretty little girly, aren’t you?”
“You’ve taken the power, now let me go.” Sabina said.
“I have a half a mind to mind wipe you, make you a little nympho for the night, so you’ll go fuck some campus security guard and become a half-witch.”
“You wouldn’t!” Sabina yelled.
“Honestly, I probably *couldn’t*. The Spirits of the World would overlook that sort of thing, right? It *would* let you get rightly fucked, though, but not consider it of your own will. Hell, you’d probably *like* that.” She reached out and teased Sabina’s nipples. “Oh, I’m sure you’d like it. I can smell the *human* sex on you.” She said the word ‘human’ with disdain. “You’ve been doing a lot with that sweet little mouth of yours today.”
“Just leave me be.” Sabina said.
“Like I said, I’m not looking to fight any covens, so I won’t *hurt* you, but I think you need a reminder to stay out of my way.” The vampire uttered a few words, and moved a hand over Sabina’s eyes, and the witch felt the vampire’s other hand—hands? Too many hands—caress her breasts, her ass, her thighs, between her legs. Sabina fell to the ground, feeling the damp grass under her body. She couldn’t see anything, but she heard Felicia speaking. “Enjoy the next hour, witchling, and remember who fucked you over—and stay out of my way.” Sabina tried to sit up but was wracked with a powerful orgasm. Her mind flashed back to the storage room with Vera, the whole thing playing over and over, wonderfully, intensely, doubly, and she was coming again, her body flexing. She felt herself squirting, knowing she was still in the graveyard, but the pleasure of Vera between her legs, now Kevin’s cock in her mouth, Jackson hard in her hand, an Irish exchange student from her Freshman year licking at her nipples—she came again. For an hour, every few minutes, she came, and each one was sweeter than the last, memories and feeling all coiled together. She hated herself for being weak enough to be caught and cursed by that vampire, but she hated herself even more for wanting all of her memories to ravage her.
Slightly past three, Sabina struggled to sit up, exhausted, physically and mentally. She was mess, covered in mud and grass, her writhing wearing the lawn right down to the soil, she reached down between her legs, expecting to feel tender, sore, but she was just hot and soaking wet.
“I kept guard, Sabina.” Hades said from the top of a gravestone. Sabina sat up. She’d been so overwhelmed by the curse the earth itself had been able to soil her.
“I need…I need to get cleaned up.” Sabina said, standing but shaky in the process.
“Can you fly?”
“Yes. Yes, I’m fine, now, at least. That woman was powerful.”
“Vampire…not a woman, really. But powerful? Yes. More so now. She got our ghoul snack. So, um, you know you just had, like, three dozen orgasms, right?”
“Yes.” Sabina muttered. “And cat, if you bring that up again, I will turn you into snake. She cursed me. She fucking humiliated me on my own campus.” She glared at the cat. “She cursed me good, and we’ll leave it at that.”
“Understood, Sabina…though I wouldn’t forget about that spell if I were you.” Sabina collected her witch bag and walked over to her broom. They flew down to the campus lake and Sabina dove in the middle of it. There were *things* in the lake, but they knew enough to keep clear of real power. She floated in the icy cold lake, but the water got her clean enough to call the winds to dry her off once she climbed back on her broom. She let Hades off near another set of dorms and flew back to her own room, slipping through the window, putting away her things, and not even bothering to dress before climbing into bed. She was tired, and quickly fell asleep, but she dreamed of revenge.
**End Part 2**
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/9vo46m/sabina_the_notyet_twenty_witch_part_2
Part 1 can be found here:
https://old.reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/9vo0b8/sabina_the_notyet_twenty_witch_part_1/